Pollution blinked at War, taking in her appearance, blood included, and wondered what she had gotten into. He really didn't think Adam would like if she went around killing people, never mind the fact that she's war. The song that had been playing in the background changed, Pollution was delighted to find that he rather liked this song. It was the kind of music that would turn the listener deaf by the time they were twenty-five if listened to constantly, twenty-three if a few concerts were thrown in. "Famine..." he said, grabbing his arm, "wan't to dance?" Never mind that he was talking to War. Call him selfish, but they could talk later.